CHAPTER XII.
Sarah and Susan.—At the key-hole.—A village fair.—Up
against a wall.—An unknown woman.—Clapped again.—My deaf
relative.—Some weeks felicity.—Sarah's secret.—Susan's
history.—Sarah with child.—Amidst black-berries.—
Susan's virginity.—Susan with child.—Sisters'
disclosures.—A row.—A child born.—Emigration.
I had now passed my twentieth year. The new servants were sisters (how many times have sisters fallen to me!); the eldest who was cook was named Sarah; the youngest, Susan. Sarah was about twenty-six, Susan nineteen or twenty. I carefully arranged the key in the key-hole of their door the first night, but saw nothing for two or three nights. Then oh! fortune again. They rose later than my mother liked; she came up to their room one morning and found them locked in, so
